"Well, I'm back—and I had a midnight snack," Elora said, glancing at her mother's expression. She could tell right away-her mother had seen her and Tatum hugging.

After a brief silence, she decided to speak first.

"Mom."

"Elora."

They spoke at the same time, then fell silent again.

"You go first, Mom." Elora stepped closer. "You're clearly not sleepy yet. Come to my room- we can have a mother-daughter chat."

That way, they wouldn't disturb her father and brother.

Mrs. Ormond followed her daughter into the bedroom.

She rarely entered Elora's space. Ever since Elora started junior high, she had made it a point not to go into her daughter's room without permission.

As her children grew, they needed their own privacy, and she respected that.

asked, noticing her mother's hesitation.

water." Mrs. Ormond studied her daughter for a moment before saying, "Elora, you just got back from a business trip. Why don't you take a hot bath first? I'll sit here for

a little time to process what she had just

exceptional

had assumed her daughter's private chef arrangement would only last for a short period, thinking that Tatum was simply doing his job to

to Elora, but

either. After all, Tatum wasn't just any chef-he was the sixth young master of the prestigious

successful individuals. It was only natural that her

expected sparks to fly

young

idea what kind of man her daughter

simply say she wasn't focused on relationships. Her priority was managing the company and training her younger brother to take over one

the fact that Elora was still in her

Mrs. Ormond

particular about her

a target. If Elora married the wrong man— someone ambitious with ulterior motives-it

an unhappy marriage, but she could also be manipulated, leading to devastating consequences for

the business, the

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